TJ Codair vs Jordan Caliban

[PWXonline]

Grudge Match
TJ Codair vs Jordan Caliban

Deadline: 3-11-14 at Midnight CST


Story: My how this rivalry has sparked! Good friends turned into controversy, and these guys have a lot of ironing out to do. Or is that the case? Caliban has definitely been mixed the last couple weeks and not much is known to why Caliban did what he did against Codair a couple weeks ago. Some speculate Jordan has gone rogue while others say he's working with Mr. Hollywood. There are those in the middle, however, that believe that Caliban was FORCED to turn his back against TJ by Mr. Hollywood in which Hollywood twisted Calibans hand somehow. Mr. Hollywood has always found a way to get what he wants whether that be by mystery or just being plain brilliant. Codair, on the other hand, wants payback no matter how the situation looks. Caliban may be mysterious in his actions, but his intentions could very well be revealed in Edmonton. TJ has been against Mr. Hollywood from the get go and has paid for it every single time. This week, however, it looks as if TJ is getting what he wants. Whether that's psychological and manipulative of Mr. Hollywood matters not as TJ is looking for revenge. Who will win in this sure to be blood match up?

[jordancaliban]

Date: 03/06/2014
Location: MTS CENTRE, WINNIPEG, MANITOBA, CANADA

We open on Jordan Caliban backstage at slam, he makes his way out the door taking off his secondary mike and makes his way to the production truck, he sticks his head in and makes sure its all good then enters and hands in his stuff. At that point one of the camera guys comes in to collect his equipment and spies him

Camera guy: Hey Caliban what the hell was that last week

The guy laughs and leaves Caliban stafing at the wall of monitors in front of him showing the different camera shots, the producer is making calls and the noise and lights are starting to piss him off. He slams his power pack down on the table and storms out after the Camera man, he catches him in the loading bay and tosses him against a wall

Jordan Caliban: TURN THE FUCKING CAMERA ON AND ILL ANSWER YOUR QUESTION

We switch to the view from the camera mans mans handycam, Caliban is seething and looks on the verge of snapping

Jordan Caliban: Brian Hollywood I think I need to reintroduce myself to you, I am the Giant with dragons breath, the next step in the evolutionary ladder and the one man war child armed and aimed at you and your friends. Last wednesday night you decided to unleash me on the roster, you decided to make me the outcast in an attempt to render me invisible and you nearly succeeded, I nearly left, I nearly went home and never came back.

Camera man (talking softly): Why... why did you come back then after being so completely pissed off. What happened? And why did you attack TJ Codair

Jordan Caliban: I came to realisation that Brian Hollywood is nothing more than a monster and all monsters have their slayers, I am Brians, I am the establishment's and that is why I will march through everyone who opposes and supports him so I can be the one to put him out of his misery

Cameraman: So thats what TJ was about?

Caliban smiles at this and a black BMW pulls up behind him, he gets in and the car takes off without another word

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Date: 03/06/2014
Location: On a highway somewhere in Canada

We open on Jordan Caliban on the road somewhere in America or maybe Canada, in the car with him is his best friend Hutchy from back home in Northern Ireland, it took some convincing but he finally got the big man to come out and keep him company on the road for a couple of months, Hutchy had never left the UK before this. He lays sleeping on the back seat at the minute and Jordan Caliban is driving staring out the window, his inner monologue running while he takes in the starlit scenery

Jordan Caliban: It's a funny thing, how life turns out, the guy in the back seat was just a stoner buddy of mine 6 years ago, my last night in Northern Ireland was spent in his man cave of a bedroom getting high and playing Fifa or toy stunt bike or some shit. And now we are in a nice car rolling through America on the way home to my apartment in Ontario this man is my friend. 6 years ago being world heavyweight champion wasn't the goal when it came to wrestling, just being in the ring was. But the business I have put myself in these days is obsessed with gold which isn't exactly new but seems to be so much more prevalent these days

He rolls the window down and lights a smoke the cool night air rushes into the car along with the smell of fertiliser he had been trying to shut out for the past hour, even turned the heating off at one point but didn't last very long. His mind turns to coming back without the crowd

Jordan Caliban: I always thought that it would be a belt that would drive myself and Codair back into real battle, last week was meant to be one thing and then as quick as the world can spin it became so much more, something that was not necessary at all. That is the real reason I did what I did

A noise in the back indicates Hutchy has just woken up and has no idea where he is, he rustles about for a bit groaning and then almost falls off the back seat, his hand reaches up and grabs Jordy's shoulder and we see his bright red face and hair more orange than Caliban

Hutchy: CALIBAN! WHY AM I MOVING BUT NOT MOVING! AND WHY IS MY BED SO SMALL AND UNCOMFORTABLE

Jordan Caliban: You're in the back of the car idiot, bring that hung over ass up, no wait sorry, roll a joint and then bring that hung over ass up here

Hutchy: OK, gimme a minute, toss me a smoke

Caliban does and leaves hutchy to it going back to his silent reflection

Jordan Caliban: This company isn't willing to let me be their rebellious little punk, so I guess I'm going to have to do things like they were meant to be done and simply be that rebellious punk. On wednesday night I face the man who was politically positioned into the role I kept warm, as I walked to the ring I saw that, after weeks of beatings and bullshit suddenly TJ was the problem not me, I was his punishment while only he thought he was meant to be mine. As I sat on the turnbuckle and watched him prepare to lock up the dots came together, the creative control waiver shoved in my face 15 minutes before the match, the major document involved in my developmental contract with the company that still had 5 months left on it said that in the end the company had final decision on if they wanted me to do something, this is a clause the more experienced guys like Codair don't have to deal with as they automatically get the free ride, no probationary period where they get to fuck with you and not have to take what you say into consideration.

His eyes devour the dark purple and blue landscape, the twisted shape of the clouds and shadows of wooden fences, corn and Scarecrows, anywhere he went there were always Scarecrows, it creeped him out, they had always creeped him out. But this landscape pegged with the current desperate situation he is in, the way the night was hanging in the air it reminded him of probably the weirdest and most desperately terrifying night of his life, that was the first night until Hostile Fallout that Caliban felt completely powerless, we fade into Calibans head as he continues to drive with the sounds of Hutchy rustling around in the back

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Chapter 17: Lets play a game

We open on Jordan Caliban asleep in bed with Sinney next to him, there is a black cat at the end of the bed the room is dark and a single window in the apartment is covered by a heavy grey curtain holding out the still freezing Canadian temperature. He has been back from Japan for a few days now and is taking some time with his girl and her family before a month in New Jersey at the CZW academy to hone the more psychotic side of his skills, his mind is still haunted by nightmares, suddenly the cat springs up and hisses as the bedroom door slowly opens, Caliban shuffles in bed and a sharp pain in his shoulder wakes him up. He shoots up in bed staring directly at the open door, the frame containing a black bundle of rags, dirt and hair, he turns to look at Sinney who is asleep still only the cat and Caliban have recognised Adeus's presence.

Adeus: It's time young one, it's time for you to face your demon and take on his form, the decision is no longer in your hands, you will be one of us, the Punkin refuses to wait anymore

Jordan Caliban: Fuck, ok now we are crossing boundaries, what the hell is wrong with you, there are 100 mirrors in this tiny fucking apartment couldn't you just pop up in one of them like you normally do?

Adeus: No, not anymore, the time has passed for all the hands off approach crap, now I am here to tell you that you will get up, get dressed and come with me

Caliban looks at him with an amused smile

Jordan Caliban: What makes you think I'm going to agree to this, why would I do anything you say

The voice replys in a tone that makes Jordy's blood run cold

Adeus: You are

Jordy's self awareness kicks in and he realizes that he is already out of bed and putting his jeans on, he didn't even notice that in the few seconds it took to speak defiantly he had got up and done what he was told

Jordan Caliban: And what do I do about her? I can't not be here when she wakes up, she will freak

Caliban turns back to the bed only to see himself laying with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend who is nuzzled in sleeping soundly, Jordy almost falls over at this

Jordan Caliban (whisper shouting): WHAT THE FUCK!

Adeus chuckles at Caliban's overblown reaction, or at least it was over blown in the old Warlock's opinion

Jordan Caliban: So am I like soul walking or what's the deal here?

Adeus: Not quite, I split you, when you wake up in the morning here you will be the perfect boyfriend, biological clock set for 5.30 am with a nice breezy wake up and the THC ready to release so you won't even roll a joint before getting out of bed to make sure she is comfortably ready for her early morning start. Everything that dazzling creature will need from you in the time you will be gone

Jordan Caliban (pretending to be a ghost): So what am I then? The evil part?

Adeus: The undecided part, I am willing to give you the opportunity to stay that way, I am giving you a chance to make this your choice again, and you may even be given the opportunity to retain that newly redeveloped body of yours. But if you lose you become one of us, The Punkin will take his place beside you in your tiny little human brain and you can get on with being a fucking star

Caliban pulls on a deadpool body tshirt and a denim jacket with a four year strong insignia on the back, he wraps a large arabian scarf round his face and shoves a purple bandana in his back pocket

Adeus: Are you ready yet?

Caliban fishes around in the closet and argues with some hanger

Jordan Caliban: HAH! Got it

He steps back from the door and slides on a baseball cap backwards on closer inspection the stitching reads "THINK FAST" above the snap and as he turns we can see the front is decorated with an embroidered 8-bit image of Sonic the Hedgehog and Tail's the flying fox cub.

Jordan Caliban: Ok lets go

The image blurs and then changes again

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Date: 03/06/2014
Location: On a highway somewhere in Canada

Back in the car Caliban is brought out of his day dreaming by his friend sticking a blunt in front of him and climbing through the back to sit up front in the passenger seat, Hutchy being slightly larger than Jordy makes a mess of climbing though and elbows Caliban twice while attempting it

Hutchy: Shit what time is it?

Jordan Caliban: 10.30 pm, you gotta take over driving soon I'm dying here, the bones are rattling from these shitty roads

Hutchy lights the blunt and stares at Caliban, he regards his friend for a while watching the thought process behind his eyes powering whatever wheels are turning in there

Hutchy: I know that look, you are thinking about the PWX thing again aren't you? I realise you are backed into a wall but you need to decide on a position here, you can't just stay silent, especially after that crap last week

Caliban flashes Hutchy a look and sighs long and hard scratching his neck

Jordan Caliban: Have you heard about the venezuelan riots that are happening right now?

Hutchy: No but what's that got to do with it? Thats politics, this is wrestling

Caliban bursts out laughing at this and takes the blunt from his buddy, Caliban sniffs it and beyond the aroma of burnt weed and tobacco he can smell grape flavoured blunt wraps and strawberry kush weed, he smiles and lights it again taking a huge toke and then talking as he exhales

Jordan Caliban: The situation there is actually closer to my predicament that you might think, you see what is happening to start from the beginning, in 2013 a whole hell of a lot of students decided to protest the Mafia based government and the 20,000 deaths recorded in the capital Caracas last year, since then the whole place has basically become a less snowy Ukraine, its still happening, the police have been using live ammo since the get go and 13 people died in the first month but this is beyond my point. In 2002 a right wing opposition to Hugo Chavez the leader who just died and caused the cluster fuck in the first place, attempted a coup and were put down. Those people have now become involved in those protests. So you have the students protesting for safe living and toilet paper and you have the right wing guys trying to forcibly remove the men in power, unfortunately those right wing leaders have coerced the students into the fighting and now nobody is safe. The point I am making is about manipulation

Caliban passes the Joint back to Hutchy and exhaling and giving the international sign for I've had enough aka coughing his balls up on the dash of the car and nearly veering off course, Hutchy stabilises the wheel as Caliban recovers after 15 seconds the world is a safe place again, the both laugh and Hutchy continues

Hutchy: Ok just to start, holy fuck you watch too much youtube docushows man, that Vice channel is getting to you, secondly I still don't see how all this plays to you

Jordan Caliban: The most important factor is the students, they aren't fighting for power they are fighting for their country to be a safe and happy place thats what I want, I just want a place I can do what I love and climb the ladder as high as I can without dealing with power plays from idiots in power like the Establishment and Zion or getting wrapped up in the wrong fight supporting the people who want to take it for themselves like TJ Codair, John Ojeda and Adam Stryker. They think they know better than me, they think they know what is good for the people and they are wrong. They promote more violence, they promote themselves, I am fighting for a genuinely safe place to wrestler and dominate, I will clean this place up and become its face not its heart, I will become it conscious not it's mind, I intend to be the gatekeeper of PWX and anyone who wants to make it about them and not all of us will have to go through me and me alone to prove they are good enough to act above us. And I intend to humble them starting with TJ Codair

Hutchy looks at his friend mouth wide open, this speech he just gave was way beyond the scope of what these 2 normally discuss, he looks at the blunt and nods at it silently smiling

Hutchy: But the students have numbers, you don't last week stripped you of your support structure and this week you forced Sinnesy to stay at home and told her to stay there for the foreseeable future

Jordan Caliban: Yeah she wasn't happy about that

He breaks into a canadian accent matched with a high pitched effeminate voice

Jordan Caliban: WE NEED ALLIES JORDAN, WHAT THE HELL JORDAN, YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD AT LEAST ME JORDAN! You also need me there, how do you plan on walking into battle all amped up and not thinking, blah blah blah

Hutchy (laughing): She isn't wrong, this wasn't part of the plan mate

Jordan Caliban: yeah well plans change Hutch, things are different now than they were before takeover, I'm not the anti establishment golden boy with a rocket stuck up his ass on the way to the moon like I was 2 weeks ago. Now the plan is out the window and what happens next is not going to affect you or her. Im about to make things very messy man and none of you deserve that blood on your hands

Hutchy: So get it back!

Jordan Caliban: I don't want it back, it makes me weak....

The camera flows outside of the window and up into the night sky, Caliban turns on the radio tuning it in and the car drives away into the night leaving behind a trail of smoke coming from some part of the car

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This is not a test, this is a message from the Caliban emergency broadcast system for the ears of one TJ Codair, listen up golden boy we will only say this once



Jordan Caliban: TJ Codair they are calling this a grudge match but I don't see anything any different that the last three times I have faced you, other than the fact that this time we finally are taking the gloves off. Zion you wanna do me a favour, heres the thing, I want the gloves off the rules as much as they will be off the men. I want ladders and chairs, I want to find out who really swings a baseball bat the best, I wanna put TJ through a table and pin his ass on the concrete floor breaking him in two like I did that flesh face chainsaw freak Greystone. Hollywood make it happen, tell the ref that he has one job 1... 2... 3... So I can end this soon to be relic of rebellion to a degree even our world champ can't ignore on Wednesday night I won't be invisible anymore I will do as my mantra says, as the words scarred across my chest read and turn the thoughts in my head into physical violent screams you will not be able to put down. I will place a mask on my soul and let my mind do the work of dismantling you so you can no longer play the role politics stole from me



Jordan Caliban: A couple of days ago I declared war on the PWX roster, Establishment, opposition and regular wrestlers a like, it won't matter, I will take this companies top spot by force and to do that I will decimate every single one of you starting on wednesday night, and then, and this warning I lay down to our champions, then I will start hunting you, all 3 of you and I will not stop or falter or fail until I have mounted each and everyone of your prized possessions on my highly evolved and perfectly crafter, professional wrestlers body and I will never be invisible again... INCOMING!



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[codair]

“Only the angel's weep when Devil's lie.

Requiem
off camera

“My kind of place, the place where bar room heroes are made and asshole's actually catch beatings. The smokey atmosphere, the loud blues music, tramps and trollops run rapid. Man, they don't make women like they used to. This girl right across the bar from me is talking about being an actress someday. Judging by the way shes acting her idol is Lindsay Lohan, women these days. They don't make em nearly as classy as they used to.”

I holds up a shot glass to the ghost, and a I feel the smile come across my face.

“Here's to you, and to yours, and to theirs Phillip. You and I were the bar room heroes of our day.”

I takes the shot, and puts down the shot glass hard.

“Looking at this girl over the bar is some guy, looks to be mid twenties. Staggering around like he has had one to many.”

I glance over at him for a moment, as I see him just drop falling flat on his face.

“Dumb kid, learn your limit next time.”

I notice my shot glass being taken as I get a fresh brew, she then fills it up, and puts it in front of me and fills one up for herself. She holds it and looks at me.

Bartender: “So who we drinking to, you look to be in mourning.”

“To be in mourning, forgot what that was like.”

TJ: “No darlin, I ain't in mourning, I am remembering the good times I shared with people who have passed on because of the business I am in. Drinking with ghosts helps keep me positive from time to time.”

Bartender: “Well, would you mind if I do the same. I um, just lost a friend a week ago today. She and I were going to try to get out Edmonton, go to Hollywood together, try to get noticed”

I hold up my shot glass

TJ: “That being the case darlin, ya need to pull that Ole Blue Label off the top shelf then so we do it right. Nothing says loving memory then a ride with Johnny Walker Blue.”

“She looks a bit shocked, I don't blame her. Pretty pricey drink, but what can I say, she looks like she can use it. Maybe straighten her out a bit.”

I just pull out my wallet and throw a couple of hundreds on the counter, as her eyes open wide. I take my shot, as she does the same. She then pulls down the Johnny Walker, I lean over to her as she comes closer

TJ: “You know the powder ain't gonna get ya anywhere besides being broke and potentially dead. Know your hurting, but blowing lines ain't gonna do a thing for ya.”

A look of fear is shown across her face, as I just lean back, she pours the shots.

TJ: “When's your shift over with.”

A woman comes in, apron already on. She walks behind the counter as the bartender looks at me and smiles.

Bartender: “Now.”

TJ: “Tell ya what, I will go grab us a table, take my bottle of Johnny Walker blue, you fix us a couple of brews, we will do some talking. You get up and run to the bathroom, and the conversation is over.”

She nods her head understanding what I just told her, as I grab the bottle and the two shot glasses and walk over to an empty table towards the back of the bar. I put the bottle in the middle of the two seater and fill the shot glasses, while keeping an eye on the girl, she comes over as I pull her out her chair. She sits down, and looks at me. I sit down across from her, as she passes me my beer.

TJ: “I ain't gonna give ya the anti-drug treatment, but I'd say you ain't got your feelings out about your loss. No one will talk to ya about it cause they are hurting also. Well Darlin, I don't know you, ain't gonna judge you, say your piece, after of course.”

I hold up my shot glass as she does the same.

TJ: “Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal.”

We clang our glasses and take our shots as she smiles.

Kim: “That was beautiful and fitting, My name is Kim by the way.”

TJ: “It's an Irish saying, my name is.....”

Kim: “Your TJ Codair, I know who you are, we watch PWX a lot here. This is actually an honor.”

I just nod my head and get a smile.

TJ: “Well it is a pleasure.

Kim: “I don't feel that talking to you about my...”

I hold up my hand as she stops. I put my hand down as she stops.

TJ: “I found out a long time ago, that it ain't the drugs that help you through things. They just dull it, the next morning its in your face again. Then you relive everything until you get your next bump, and then the party starts all over again. I went a couple of years like that, it ain't easy. Took me sometime to heal myself after it all, quit everything cold turkey, including smoking. I like to smoke though, and I like to drink. Just quit everything to get a hold of my issues, and fix em.”

I pull out my pack of Marlboro's and light up, I offer her one as she shakes her head no.

TJ: “Truth be told the party does end, eventually. You and her wanted to go to Hollywood together, to get a career in acting. Its a huge shot in the dark, but ya ain't gonna do it if your constantly fucked up, despite popular belief. Hell I wish actresses were more like Audrey Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor before the 4th and 5th marriage and Sophia Loren. Those ladies way back in the day had class, they were elegant and I don't care what anyone says, they were ten times more beautiful then half of these broads who are running around now a days.”

Kim: “Yeah they were.”

TJ: “Did they have their problems, well yeah who doesn't but I mean they also had the love of the business, and are immortalized for it, they will never be forgotten because of what they did and who they helped. Hell you know how much she did for UNICEF. The junk won't do anything for ya, and to be honest, It ain’t done shit for most, well cept for Robert Downey Jr, he turned it all around and became a monster.”

Kim: “Maxine died of an OD, I really shouldn't be doing the crap.”

I just nod my head.

Kim: “She got heavily into it, I myself just did it every so often, but it was always with her. I always think of her when I am blowing rails, but it just been getting me up in the morning, making me function.”

TJ: “You ain't functioning, your just dead inside. That pep in your step wears down, and then what your doing wont be enough, so you will do more and then, your gonna be in trouble, darlin, ya need to just let go. Takes time, but in the end ya will be better off, and then maybe you could become an actress for you and Maxine both.”

She puts her head down, thinking for a moment.

A Laugh into Darkness
On Camera

The scene opens up as TJ Codair is seen walking around in the backstage area. He turns to the camera and gets a smug look on his face.

“I suppose its time I start saying what I think and feel about my former friend Jordan Caliban, the guy that couldn’t handle just a little bit of criticism, the guy that low blowed me, then put his feet up on the ropes and got a quick win on me. A move that does not even qualify as a fluke, or a win in my book. He bitched out. I got a number of little topics I would like to bring up involving this little piece of shit, and I seriously question how much time I got to do it, but you know what. I am gonna say whatever the fuck I want, just so he can go running to the radio and saying his shit. So first of lets talk about his little radio show. Calibanned Pirate Radio, now ain't that a fucking joke. You know, everyone except for your pre teen wanna be outsider cunt club members believe it. Fact is Jordan, your a fucking fake. We all know it, get over it. Oh yeah that's right, its now what Revolution Emergency Broadcast System, or Rebs, short for rebels. I never seen anyone go so far to sell themselves as something as you have already done. You think your a rebel, bitch, your a punk. End of story, and do you know why your a punk. Well allow me to make this quite simple cause I have a lot of ground to cover. You talk the talk, but yet ain’t shown that you actually walk it. I mean you shit talk all the time, and you hide constantly. Mother fucker, come our match at Adrenaline. I am going to kick your fucking ass all over the god damn ring. Take and speak on that on your fucking radio show. Oh, by the way, do you actually think we think that you “Pirate” radio, if that were the case shouldn’t the FCC be up your ass by now for that. Oh yeah that is right, it is just your gimmick you play at full force as best as you can. That oh by the way the establishment allows you to do.”

Codair winks twice at the camera in a mocking manner.

“Shit, I better watch out, I wouldn't want to break down the fourth wall or anything and take the veil off the blinded fans of yours that actually thinks your shit is. They are all still in denial. I mean shit, how much money do you shell out to just call yourself a fucking pirate. I mean shit, is it a stretch to want to see you walk the plank and get eaten by a god damn shark. I don't think it is to much to ask for is it?”

Codair shrugs as he lights up a cigarette, as a man is heard in the background is heard saying something about him lighting one up.

“Oh there is no smoking in this building, well then bill me. You wanna start a war with everyone, Alright then ya dumb fuck ya better gear up, cause you are not about to like what is going to be said. I guarantee you that, why, because Jordan, the one thing in life you can always count on is that the truth fucking hurts. I am sure you want facts, here is a fact for ya to wrap your head around a little while. A well established guy comes in here, lets you have the spotlight, watches things diminish and realize your nothing more then a joke. Show's you how its done, you get huffy puffy and act like a bitch. Jordan, you wanna be a bitch, I will treat you like the bitch you are with no thought of fucking remorse. I will break you down every which way I can, just to show who you truly are. A coward, a weak minded individual who has built himself up so much in his own head that when the first thing goes wrong you go on a frenzy and do shit you will regret. For example, you got me in the nuts. That alone makes me wanna rip your fucking head off and shit down your neck.”

Codair takes a quick breather, then takes a drag off his cigarette. He shakes his head, and then blows out the smoke.

“Another one of the fucking things I have heard that I have had to laugh at. You started the Anti Establishment movement, bitch I been anti establishment sense you were jerking off to fuzzy porn in a sock on channel 99. Get over yourself cause your gimmick sucks, and your look is over played. Lets get this straight, and its time to hammer the fourth wall down yet again. You found a gimmick that could work for you, a gimmick that you felt that would be the best played because you dreamed of being that way for so long. However here is the problem. I ain't no god damn gimmick. Everything you see, or everything you hear from me is who the fuck I AM. I ain't no snot nosed little punk hiding behind an identity. I don't have writers giving me ideas on what to say or who to say it to. I am like this day in, day out, why do you think I have survived damn near 2 decades. I tried playing gimmicks and realized it don't work for me. Ya know why. Because I ain't fake. I am the most real mother fucker you will ever see in this god damn business. Despite what anyone says. This is me, and this is where I am in my own life. You got a problem, go toss a salad and pour vinaigrette in your eyes you crunchy flaky mother fucker.”

Codair just looks at the camera and smirks.


“ Have you cut your self a little deeper yet you mindless bitch? Your just playing to your loyal fans, who think your great. The ones that are just like you, afraid to be who you actually are. Who lack the balls to stand up and do what they need to do. You think you know pain and anguish, Heartache, I ain't even really started on you yet. Jordan to spite myself, I dunno why I just have not put you out of your misery yet. You annoy the living fuck out of me, but I think of you as nothing more then just a kid. Who needs to learn the ropes a whole hell of a lot better and understand things in this business. Fans don't stick to flash in the pans and loud ass pansies, they want someone that is actually entertaining, and or can wrestle. Luckily I can do both, and I could give a fuck what people think, I ain't solely about the fans, however the ones that wanna see a guy that does what I do, and enjoy what I do, I like em because they got the balls to not go with the cliche' good guys. In which supposedly, you would be.”

Codair takes a drag off his cigarette.

“ Now your taste of music, you think your eclectic with your choices, hell we all know that your listening to Culture Club right now thinking to yourself TJ, do you really wanna hurt me. Yeah Jordy, I really wanna hurt you. See the fact is, you think your hurting right now. That somewhere down the line I ripped out whatever you thought was pride and stepped on it. That I was given your spot, where you should have been. I ain't been given a damn thing Jordy. I just took it, you know why, you ain’t up to it. You lack the guts, the balls, the credentials, or the notoriety to be in this fight. Hell, me coming out and saying what I did, that was money in the bank for everyone. Why you may ask, because it hasn’t been said yet. No one was willing to go the route I went because they are catering themselves to either a who they are, or b who they made themselves become. Fact is, everything I said, was everything I meant, everything I meant and it was not me being nice, it was me finally going alright folks. You all know this shit is fucked up, so now its time to call it what it is. Jordan, you call yourself a victim of politics. I claim bullshit, matter of fact. The whole developmental thing you came out with. Man that was a poor excuse. I pulled the carpet out and was put into your spot. Bitch you never had your spot, you know why. Your win loss record alone tells that tail.”

Codair takes a drag off his cigarette and then exhales the smoke.

“Your a parasite, once you were sucking off Brian Hollywood’s Tit just to put yourself over, and I just diminished that by throwing out one promo, just one promo. Now your trying to get on mine, fucker. There is no milk in my nipples, there is no way your going to ride my coat tails to get into a better position. Matter of fact, there is no way your going to make yourself better by producing that half witted, piece of shit promo you shot earlier. You know why, because no one actually believes you. No one believes in you. There was a time once that people thought maybe you could have gone that extra mile, maybe that you were worth the effort. Not now, that pathetic excuse of lies and bullshit you just put out. That was the exclamation mark on you. Your pathetic Jordan, get used to it. Any belief I may have had of you getting better is now gone. You are a burden to this company, not to the establishment. You think your bad with what you say, your a joke. Hell an everyday Joe can walk into the Laugh Factory and get more of a reaction outta people then you do.”

Codair looks at the camera and then rolls his eyes.

“Your anti establishment!”

Claps hands.

[“I'm Anti- Douche bags, don't worry though, yet again, you don't top a list. Your just the douche that pissed me off.”

Codair just shakes his head in disbelief.

“A fan once said that Jordan Caliban is one of the most underrated wrestlers on the planet, if that's the case we got some really terrible fans. To think of this guy is a wrestler is an insult in itself, why would the fans feel he is under rated, simple, because he puts himself in that position. Under rated, maybe against Cash Money. However against TJ Codair, he is just another person ripe for the beating of a lifetime. Don't worry though Jordan I know how to fix your problem. Its so simple its hilarious. You seriously just need to do what you gotta do, get the job done. We all saw you tea bagging Darin Zion on twitter, we know deep down you wish you were taking it from Mr. Hollywood, by the way, do you call him Brian, or is it OOOOOHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLYYYYWOOOD. Your the systems bitch, you think your doing right by being anti establishment. All your doing is constantly giving it credibility. Just to prove to you how much of a bitch you are, your old lady told me after I gave her an angry dragon. Oh she was upset for a moment, then laughed and said it was about time she was shown her place by a man, not some wimp that thinks hes badder then what actually is.”

Codair snaps is fingers and points at the camera.

“That is your problem Jordan, i'm a legit bad ass, always have been, no matter the issue. Fact is Jordy, your time is coming too soon, and you ain’t ready to be able to do the big thing that will be needed to secure the future of this company. You excused yourself from the table metaphorically speaking, because you could not handle the adult conversation. Your just a kid, always a kid, and need a serious slap upside the head for you to understand that in order to succeed in this business you need to grow the fuck up. Ya wanna make money, or ya wanna be the guy everyone beats. This is a question you need to ask yourself. I have succeeded. Fans, money, respect, admiration, fear, loyalty, and above all a legacy in this business. You, way you are will never get or hold on to any of that. I did not get any of it from being a kiss ass, I got it because I had the ball to step up and say what needed to be said and doing whatever was needed to ensure that I backed it up, at Adrenaline, i'm gonna hurt you, and I am going to hurt your dreams. I am going to show that you are in fact a liar, and that you do not lack the skill to beat me. Do us all a favor, get over it.”

The scene fades to black.